All Hallow’s Eve

All folk shun her umbra form,
Her sneaking form, of tricks and lies,
They flee as though infernal fiends,
Danced behind her eyes.
Alone she steals to the crooked copse,
The skeleton copse, of branches grim,
Mere spider webs of moonlight crawl
Between the twisted limbs.
Her cackles through the darkness cleave,
In dead of night, All Hallow’s Eve,
Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe, boo,
The heartless midnight comes anew.
She hastens to the lurking hut,
The brooding hut, which moans and creaks,
As she kicks the wretched door,
Bats utter startled shrieks.
Gutted, skulking pumpkin heads
Hollowed heads, crouch in a row,
With waxy stumps, their baleful leers
And raw, hacked features glow.
The odd disquiet never leaves,
In dead of night All Hallow’s Eve,
Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe boo,
Fear and fright dance pas de deux.
Soon, and ominous bubbling,
Sick bubbling is heard,
As the ghastly effervescence
Of her cauldron pot is stirred.
Grotesque and dreadful are her spells,
Teneberous spells, of contents queer-
Chimera’s hair and hiss of wraith,
Toasted goblin ear.
A tangle of horrors does she weave,
In dead of night, All Hallow’s Eve,
Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe, boo,
Patiently she stirs her brew.
She stalks this eldritch hovel,
Ghoulish hovel of nightmare,
Bitter breezes grip her hat
And claw her braky hair.
She gnashes vicious snaggleteeth,
Black snaggleteeth, with glee,
As she mounts her restless broom
To spread her witchery.